Lois and I are sitting on my porch, sharing one of those vintage glass Coke bottles and waiting impatiently for Noah. The Beetle is in the shop being inspected, so we're forced to rely on Noah—judging by the fact that Lois never lets him drive, he's not a very good driver, so you can imagine how excited I am. Lois leans her narrow shoulder into mine and pouts dramatically.
"I'm sorry he's so slow," she says, taking a swig of our soda. "My mother thought he was autistic for the first three years of his life."
I raise an eyebrow. "Potential-but-not-actual autism has nothing to do with your brother's slow-ass driving."
"Whatever," she dismisses, resting her head on my shoulder and closing her eyes. "Wake me up when he gets here."
a/n: everytime i see you in the world/you always step to my girl
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Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
